Vybz Kartel - Thank You Jah (On And On)

Psalms 127, Selah
Except the Lord build the house
They labour in vain that build it
Except the Lord keep the city
The watchman watcheth but in vain

Thank you, it's just another day
Selah, it's just another day, oh

Thank you Jah, me wake up this morning
Roll out the herbs before me start yawning
Tun 'round, buss a kiss 'pon me darling'
Tell her seh honey me ah touch inna the steet
In the street me see poor people bawlin'
Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning
Weh the black woman future, me asking
Weh the system a do fi she?

Now
Big up the gyal dem weh fight it alone
And ah raise two, three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh the man deh? No man know deh home
Babylon have dem inna jail
Big up the juvenile dem inna the street
We a seh dem haffi make it and nah touch the chrome
Dem no waan we fi claim our own
But Africa nah form no fool inna Rome

Ghetto youth we go on and on (Babylon waan we gone)
Hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan we fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if the youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if the ghetto a go drop, no
Dem a wonder if we catch inna the trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank you Jah, me wake up this morning
Got up and smile out when me see it stormin'
Me vision seh better days coming
Every day that me a pree
Me nuh see nuh job nah no free education
Weh dem did promise
None ah dem never give way nothing
It's like ghetto youths lost to the system
Every day that me a pree

Now
Big up the gyal dem weh fight it alone
And ah raise two, three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh the man deh? No man know deh home
Babylon have dem inna jail (hmm-mmm)
Big up the juvenile dem inna the street
We a seh dem haffi make it and nah touch the chrome
Dem no waan we fi claim our own
But Africa nah form no fool inna Rome

Ghetto youth we go on and on (Babylon waan we gone)
Hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan we fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if the youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if the ghetto a go drop, no
Dem a wonder if we catch inna the trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank you Jah, me wake up this morning
Roll out the herbs before me start yawning
Tun 'round, buss a kiss 'pon me darling'
Tell her seh honey me ah touch inna the steet
In the street me see poor people bawlin'
Nuff juvenile nuh even nyam from morning
Weh the black woman future, me asking
Weh the system a do fi she?

Now
Big up the gyal dem weh fight it alone
And ah raise two, three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh the man deh? No man know deh home
Babylon have dem inna jail
Big up the juvenile dem inna the street
We a seh dem haffi make it and nah touch the chrome
Dem no waan we fi claim our own
But Africa nah form no fool inna Rome

Ghetto youth we go on and on (Babylon waan we gone)
Hungry from morning till night come
Dem waan we fi live our life so
Dem ah wonder if the youth dem a go stop, no
A wonder if the ghetto a go drop, no
Dem a wonder if we catch inna the trap, no
A wonder if Jah tun him back, no

Thank you Jah, me wake up this morning
Got up and smile out when me see it stormin'
Me vision seh better days coming
Every day that me a pree
Me nuh see nuh job nah no free education
Weh dem did promise
None ah dem never give way nothing
It's like ghetto youths lost to the system
Every day that me a pree

Now
Big up the gyal dem weh fight it alone
And ah raise two, three pickney 'pon dem own
Weh the man deh? No man know deh home
Babylon have dem inna jail (hmm-mmm)

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